Chapter 11
The next morning Laura phoned Nancy.
The young blonde immediately broke into tears. "Oh, Laura, I don't know what I'm going to do! Yesterday was just awful!"
"Hey ... take it easy. What in hell are you talking about?"
"Bob and I had a terrible quarrel. We couldn't even have sex together. He couldn't ... get hard."
"What?"
"Things didn't go right from the beginning," Nancy said, gasping and sniffling in her anguish. "I guess I offended him right away, and then, when I tried to make up for it, things just got worse. He couldn't get a hard-on. Later in the evening, he didn't even try. We slept on separate sides of the bed, each facing the other way." She broke into open bawling.
"Now, baby, listen ... whatever the trouble is, it can be fixed up. Just what started it off?"
"I can't tell you, Laura," Nancy said after she got her crying under control. "But it was awful."
Laura was thinking about what this might mean in relation to the Jordans' joining her club, and she decided it was bad news. Also, she couldn't very well threaten Nancy again with the pictures, under the circumstances. The block now didn't appear to be Nancy's fault.
Laura considered alerting Dave at the office and having him go to work on Bob from that angle, but that would be apt to gum up the works even worse than they were now. As long as Bob and Nancy were on the outs, there was really no chance of getting them into the club as a combined entry ... and that was the only way the club wanted it.
"Give me a hint about what went wrong," Laura urged. "If it's too painful, you don't have to tell me the whole story. But at least give me an inkling."
"Well ... it was about sex." Nancy sniffled.
"In what way?"
"Bob ... started to do something ... with me ... and I was shocked ... and...."
"I see." Laura smiled to herself.
"Then I realized I had been wrong, so I ... well, tried to make up for it by...."
Laura interjected, " ... by doing the same sort of thing for him, I suppose."
"Yes. And he was even more shocked than I'd been before. Now I think each of us suspects the other of having played around while he was away."
"Great!" Laura exclaimed. "That sets everything up just fine."
"Oh, I'm not thinking about the club now," Nancy said in disgust.
"Well, I am ... and you'd better be, too, because that's your only way out of this. Things have progressed too far for you to backtrack."
"I just want Bob to love me again!" Nancy wailed, and resumed her bawling.
"He will, honey," Laura assured her. "But both of you have to readjust yourselves. Maybe I can help." Nancy sniffled noisily. "How?"
"Look ... we'll forget about the pictures, okay? There won't be any more threats. You and I will work on the same team, so to speak."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I'll happen to bump into Bob at his office. It won't be difficult. I'll tell him I came in to visit Dave. I'll ... flirt with Bob a little and ... we'll see if nature doesn't take its course."
"What? You mean, you want to make a play for my husband!" Anger crackled over the line.
"All in a good cause, baby. If I can gain his confidence, I'll be able to wise him up about a few things-such as how a husband ought to make love to his wife, and vice versa. Also, I can tell him about the club and...."
"No!"
"Nancy," the other woman warned in a stern voice, "you need someone's help to straighten out the mess you're in."
"The mess you got me in!" Nancy corrected forcefully.
"That isn't entirely fair. What you did with me, you obviously wanted to do."
"Well, you just leave Bob alone. He and I will settle this in our own."
"I'm not sure you'll be able to, frankly."
Nancy snapped back, "It certainly won't help to have you make a play for him."
"Yes, it will, because I'll make it a point to wise him up ... to get him thinking along the right lines. You know, you two have been sexual retards up until just recently. Now both of you have apparently learned how to swing separately, but you can't bring yourselves to swing together. You'll have to learn to do that before you can swing as a pair in the swappers' club."
"To hell with the swappers' club!" Nancy snapped. "I just want my husband back."
Laura sighed. "Well, you're too distraught right now to think rationally. We'll talk about it again when you're in control of yourself."
"Oh, Laura, I don't know why I even discussed it with you!"
"I do," the other woman replied wisely. "It was because you need help. And," she added, "you're going to get help, whether you like it or not. Good-bye."
Nancy cried, "No! Wait!" But the telephone clicked dead in her ear.
As she slammed down the receiver, she said aloud for the first time in her life, "Oh, shit!"
That evening, Laura put her plan to Dave as they were about to go to bed.
"So you see, darling," she concluded, "it's the only way to get the Jordans into our little fold. I'm simply going to have to have an affair with Bob first, on my own. He'll snap at my bait, I'm sure, because he apparently was playing around while he was in Europe. And you know what they say about a taste of honey."
Dave turned from the closet where he had hung up his pants, and his face was dark as a storm cloud. "What the hell's the matter with you! Have you gone out of your fornicating mind?"
Laura blinked. "Of course not. It makes sense, doesn't it?"
"In a pig's ass! Bob and I work together. If you make a play for him outside the club, he'll think I'm married to a slut!"
She blinked again. "But I'll explain everything about the club and all."
"Oh, sure. After you've already lured him into bed. By then, the damage will be done. Anyway, maybe he's too square for the club. If he is, we don't want him, and you certainly don't want to get mixed up with him on your own. That would spell poison for me at the office, if he decided to spread the word around."
"Oh, Dave," she said disgustedly as she lifted her slip preparatory to ungartering a nylon, "you're all upset about nothing."
"I am, huh?" he growled as he moved menacingly toward her.
"Of course," she said, flipping a garter clip. "Anyway, it's a free country, and you and I are each free to do what we damn well please. So if I decide I want to carry out this little scheme, you're not about to stop me."
Dave saw red. It was evident to him now that he had allowed his wife too much freedom. She needed to be taught a lesson. She had to find out who the head of the family really was.
As she began to strip down a nylon, he grasped her roughly, whirled her around, and sent her sprawling across the bed.
"Dave!" she squealed. "What are you doing?"
"I'd advise you to be quiet," he grated as he lunged after her, pinning her down. "That is, unless you want to wake up your children and have them come in here just in time to see their mommy getting spanked."
"Spanked! Dave, you wouldn't dare!"
"Oh, yeah? Baby, in this house I'd dare anything. I'm the boss. And you're going to get that into your head tonight, even if it has to arrive there by way of your ass."
So saying, he flipped up her lacy pink slip and exposed a trim little bottom sheathed in pink, gauze-sheer nylon panties. Garter straps traveled down from underneath them and gripped one stocking while the other sagged below her knee.
Dave, in his shirt and shorts, turned to a sitting position beside her and leaned against her back with one arm while he lifted the other hand over her quivering, panty-clad rump.
"Dave, if you do this I'll never speak to you a-ow!"
His hand had moved in a sudden arc, colliding loudly with both her buttocks, shaking them in her flimsy pants and making them sting.
"You were saying, lover...?" he taunted, and smacked her again.
"Oh, you lousy bastard!" Laura screamed. "More ... more! Let's hear what you really think of me."
Dave brought his punishing hand down on her ass a third time, planting fire there and making her taut buttocks quiver like Jell-O.
"You son of a bitch!" Laura yelled at him.
"More!" he yelled back, really enjoying himself now as he popped her on the panties even harder.
"Rat fink! Shithead!"
That last word really got to him, and he hit her again and again, turning her bottom pinker than the sheer pink nylon.
Laura howled, "Oooooh, you mother-humper!"
"Why, you dirty cunt!" he exclaimed, and grasped her panties at their top, y .inking viciously and splitting them down the middle as he pulled them away from her butt.
Now he pounded her bare behind, and she wailed as she kicked and screamed.
In the midst of the vicious spanking, the bedroom door cracked open behind Dave. His four-year-old daughter, Linda, stood there, clutching the teddy bear with which she slept. Her three-year-old brother was behind her.
"Daddy!" Linda cried. "What are you doing to Mommy?"
Dave whirled, his hand in mid-air. Mommy's bare bottom was thoroughly exposed.
"Linda, get back to bed!" Dave ordered hoarsely. "You too, Craig!"
"But what are you doing?" Linda asked. "What was all the shouting about?"
By that time Laura had scrambled around and covered herself. Dave was forced to remain seated on the edge of the bed, because he was sporting a tremendous hard-on.
"Children!" Laura exclaimed through her tears. "Get back to bed!"
"Mommy, are you all right?" her little daughter asked, lingering at the door with eyes wide.
"Yes ... yes! Now get back to bed, both of you!" They started to withdraw.
"Linda, you help Craig," Laura said. "And close the door."
"Don't you think you'd better help them?" Dave growled.
Laura got up, wiped at her cheeks with both hands, and went after the children.
Dave, shaken and berating himself for not having locked the door before beginning to chastise his wife, got up and began pulling off his remaining clothes.
He was nude when Laura returned to the room in her bra and slip. His shaft angled slightly downward but remained full and half-stiff.
"God!" Laura exclaimed softly as she closed the door and locked it. "That was terrible! What do you think they saw?"
"Everything-your bare ass and me spanking it. And they must have heard our foul language."
"I'm so ashamed," she said. "So am I," he agreed.
"Why didn't you lock the goddamn door before you grabbed me?"
"I should have."
"Well ... there's nothing we can do about it now, except to hope it didn't give the kids a trauma."
Laura surprised him then by snuggling into his arms. "Why don't you finish with me?" she murmured. "I'm hot as hell."
"You sweet bitch," he growled, and pushed her down onto the bed again.
This time she landed on her back with her legs dangling over the side. He bent, grasped her slip and pulled it off. His prick sprang to rock-hard erection.
He gripped her buttocks from underneath, causing her to wince in pain which was at the same time pleasurable, and lifted her hips. "Wrap your legs around my waist," he commanded.
She did so, pulling herself to him, and he drove his thick, stiff cock into her sopping cunt. He humped her furiously.
The next morning Dave and Laura agreed on a plan to pursue with the Jordans, and immediately after he left for work Laura put the scheme into effect by making a phone call.
Tracy Packard was more than happy to go along with the idea, and she felt certain her husband would be just as pleased. The taste they'd each had of Nancy at the recent party had whetted their appetites for more, and Laura's description of Bob whetted Tracy's appetite too. There was always a residual benefit from bringing a new couple into the club, as well: That new couple would be in a position to recruit others who were unknown to the old members. In this way, the circle grew ever wider, with more and more opportunities for fun on the part of all concerned.
Bob and Nancy still hadn't made up. His impotence on the day of his return had quickly become an obsession in his mind, and now he was afraid to approach her. Accordingly, he had found it convenient to keep the quarrel alive.
Nancy was distraught. Not only did she need him in an immediate physical sense, but she feared their marriage was falling apart. And in the back of her mind there was the specter of Laura's threat to take a hand. Nancy feared this would ruin things for sure.
Bob was hardly less troubled. His homecoming had been spoiled and, after what had amounted to a pair of sexually triumphant experiences in Europe, he was now faced with what appeared to be a loss of manhood. He hadn't had an erection since he had forced Nancy to pull her mouth off him the other afternoon. Reacting in mental panic, as men are apt to do at such a time, he wasn't sure he would ever have an erection again. And, of course, the fear operated to all but guarantee that he wouldn't ... unless something happened to jar him out of the destructive mental rut.
The "something" happened to him that day.
In the middle of the afternoon he was having coffee at the little place down the street from the Dolph Building, where he customarily went. (Dolph had a large coffee shop in its basement, but Bob preferred to get out in the open air a couple of times during the day, weather permitting, and this day happened to be warm and clear.)
As he sat at a counter, mulling over the miserable state of his existence, a beautiful brunette walked in and planted her pretty bottom on the stool immediately next to his.
Naturally, she had caught his eye as soon as she entered. For a while he watched her in the mirror, trying to be casual about it. Finally he hazarded a direct glance, and her dark eyes fastened on his. She smiled.
"Hello, M r. Wilkins," she said sweetly. "How are you?"
Surprised and momentarily flustered, Bob didn't know what reply to make. Finally he said lamely, "My name isn't Wilkins."
"Oooh, isn't it? Good heavens, of course! Now I see you're not the person I thought you were. You'll have to forgive me. There's such an uncanny resemblance."
The girl was amazingly beautiful-like a slim young Liz Taylor, only more exotic somehow. Her eyes were positively evil ... but in such a delicious way. The figure which was revealed in outline by her nicely fitted light suit was not exactly voluptuous, but it was most provocative. Her tits rode high, forming sharp little peaks in the cloth, and her hips and thighs seemed loaded with vitality-each motion of her body revealed this.
Bob had to say, "I wish I were that Wilkins fellow."
"Really?" She seemed pleased, laughing melodiously. "Oh, I'll bet you lead a more interesting life. He's an accountant, fussing around with tired old figures all the time."
Man! Bob thought. I'd like to fuss around with your figure, which certainly isn't tired at all!
Bob grinned and told her what he did for a living, after which it was a logical step for both of them to introduce themselves.
She said, "I'm stuck here in town with a whole afternoon on my hands. My silly-ass husband was supposed to meet me but evidently forgot and took off for a business meeting somewhere. His secretary tells me that he won't even be home for dinner. I'm so blinking mad at him I feel like doing something wicked just for spite."
She smiled, and her dark eyes sparkled as she added, "Did you ever feel that way toward your wife?"
Bob had, and, in a certain sense, he did at the present time, because he couldn't help blaming Nancy in part of the problem that had developed between them.
He said, "Yes. I know how you feel."
"Well, how about...." She seemed to catch herself. "No. That would sound awful for me to suggest. After all, you and I don't know one another."
"Of course we do," Bob said quickly, his eyes taking on a wolfish gleam. "I'm Bob and you're Tracy."
She seemed to think that over for a moment, then she asked, "Do you have the rest of the afternoon free?"
"Yes," he replied impulsively. (He rated high enough at his office so that he could call in and report he had gone somewhere on business, and no one would expect him to account for his time afterward.)
He added, "Maybe you'd like something to drink that doesn't come off a coffee bush, hmm?"
"You know," she said merrily, "I was thinking that very thing."
"Come on."
Bob paid their checks, and they left together.
In the back of his mind was the fervent hope that he could score with another woman even though he was impotent with Nancy, and that, once having done so, his impotence with Nancy would disappear. He had certainly had no trouble in Europe. He had been randy as a ram with Helga and Gerda.
Also, lie wanted Tracy for her own sake, and he felt Nancy had given him sufficient provocation to justify a quick affair. Afterward, if his trouble was cured, he could make up with her, and everything would be as it had been before.
So he eagerly accepted Tracy's invitation into her luxurious apartment, after driving her home. She had assured him that her husband wouldn't be home until late, and he figured the assurance was reliable. After all, she had more to lose than he if they were discovered together. Cockolded husbands never shot their wives' lovers any more.
When they were inside the apartment, she didn't play coy. She immediately moved into his arms and whispered passionately into his ear, "Screw me good, will you? I need it like wild!"
Vigor immediately surged into his cock. He knew he would have no trouble with her. After a deep, lancing kiss, during which she ground her breasts and pelvis against him and discovered that he was formidably hung, he swept her up in his arms and followed her directions to the master bedroom.
Tracy and Rex were working on a tight schedule. He was to arrive at the apartment with Nancy ten minutes after Tracy arrived with Bob. He was to park in back so that she wouldn't see Bob's car, and he was to bring Nancy up the rear stairs and into the guest room, which was joined to the master bedroom by a connecting bath.
Rex had expressed confidence that, in view of the difficulties Nancy and Bob were having, he would be able to lure her to a cocktail lounge to meet him and, after that, to the apartment. Nancy was a girl who had to have her ashes hauled frequently, and, if she wasn't getting it done at home, she was damned well going to have to get it done where she could.
All the walls of the apartment were soundproofed, so the couple in one bedroom would not hear the couple who occupied the other. Confrontation would await Rex's and Nancy's entry into the master bedroom, nude, when Rex judged the time was right. All Tracy had to do was keep Bob in the master bedroom with his clothes off until then, and keep him interested. She was extremely adept at keeping up the interest of healthy young men.
Bob's interest was high as a kite when he deposited her on her feet next to the king-size bed. This fact was evident to her in the form of the tent-like bulge in the front of his trousers.
Smoldering, she rubbed her hand against it and said, "Jesus, that feels like a groovy rod! Come on, let it out."
Even the German playgirls hadn't come on this strong, and Bob was thrilled.
"Why don't you do it?" he suggested hoarsely.
She immediately dropped to her knees on the white shag rug. She pulled down his zipper, fished into his shorts, and brought the big stinger out.
She pushed the skin back from its head and purred, "Oh, daddy, are we going to have a time!" Then she bent and planted a moist quick kiss right on the very tip of his cock.
It jerked uncontrollably, and she laughed as she fell onto her back on the rug. "Screw me down here," she demanded. "I like the hard floor underneath my ass."
He began tearing off his clothes as he gazed down at her, his prick angling high out of the flap of his pants. She kept her sizzling gaze on him all the time and slowly drew her light-colored skirl and lace-edged blue slip up her thighs as they twisted teasingly this way and that.
Her legs were something else-possibly the most luscious Bob had ever seen. Above her sheer beige stockings, which had narrow welts and very tightly gripped by garter straps, her thighs were very full and soft without being flabby. Now he knew what the phrase "candy legs" really meant, and he could hardly wait to lick Tracy's candy and suck at the tender inner flesh.
As he continued undressing, his heart thudding and his upthrust cock quivering with excitement, Tracy drew her skirt and slip all the way to her waist. She began to grind her hips slowly with her thighs slightly parted, so that the very thin crotch of her blue silken panties pulled a little bit this way, then that, revealing dark curls at either side and the configuration of her adorable pussy where the blue silk pulled tightly against it. A little of the fabric was caught in her slit.
Leaving her skirt and slip waist-high, Tracy unbuttoned the front of her dress-top and shrugged it away. Her bra opened at the front as well, and she lay the cups aside, baring small but exquisitely nippled breasts. She tickled the reddish tips with the nails of her index fingers as she watched Bob, and the nubbins rose before his eyes.
Finally he was nude, and, with a growl, he dropped to his knees beside her. Her hand immediately wrapped itself around his rigid prick and began to stroke it in a maddeningly light way which inflamed him even more.
He bent and ran his tongue along the hot inner sides of her thigh, finding the flesh as smooth and sweet-smelling and tasty as he had known it would be. He moved to the other thigh and licked that one as she tickled his corona with her fingertips.
He released her garters one by one and nudged her stockings downward with his nose, kissing and biting and licking all the time.
He was like a kid with a brand new toy. Man, it was Christmas morning!
With her stockings and shoes gone, he directed his attention to her panties, first shifting their silken crotch aside so he could see the total beauty of her cunt. She widened the part of her legs, and the flower of her womanhood was thrillingly revealed in all its damp, rosy beauty.
He wanted to kiss it, but something stayed him. He had gotten into trouble the last time he had tried that. Better not, he decided.
He contented himself for the moment by slowly sliding his stiff middle finger into the succulent pussy and watching as he drew it out. Several times he stroked it in and out of the clinging, slippery flesh. He slid his fingertip up to her erect little clit and twirled it gently.
"Man, are you turning me on!" Tracy cried.
He chuckled in satisfaction and wiped his middle finger across his belly before taking hold of the top of her panties with both hands and drawing the garment down. It pulled inside out at her thighs, and he noted that the crotch was wet from her excitement.
He tossed the panties over his shoulder and proceeded to unfasten and slide off her skirt, her slip coming with it. All the time she kept fingering him very gently, so that he didn't become overly excited at this early stage but still derived constant enjoyment from the contact.
He took off her garter belt and slid the bra out from under her back.
Now they both were totally nude.
He fell to her breasts, kissing and licking and finally trapping a taut little nipple between his lips. He rolled it and pulled at it, then wrapped his mouth around the surrounding white flesh and drew the tit as deeply as it would go. He sucked rapturously.
He sucked her other titty, too, then advanced to her mouth. Protruding his tongue, he traced her lush, widely parted lips; then she closed her lips and teeth on the tip of his tongue and sucked.
It was a marvelous sensation-akin to having a girl suck his cock-but he didn't have to accept even this delightful substitute for long, because Tracy jerked her mouth free and, with a passionate moan, said, "Let me give you a blow job. I want to. You have such a beautiful big cock."
"Baby, I don't know if I can take it," he admitted hoarsely, "I'm worked up so damned much right now.."
"I'll make it a quick one, then," she promised.
He helped her sit up, and he lay on his back. She bent over him, her long black hair tickling his belly, and blew gently at the apex of his pecker. Then she parted her lush lips and let the burning flesh slide into her mouth.
She bobbed her head several times, running her tongue all over his cock, then let it go and smiled, "Good?" she murmured.
"Wonderful!" he exclaimed.
"You want me to get on top?" she asked. "Or do you like to be the active partner?"
"I want to drive it into you hard!" he said heatedly, and sprang to his knees.
"That's just how I like it!" she assured him, and lay down, drawing her legs up and parting them so that her moist pink slit gleamed invitingly.
He sprang between her thighs, tilted his throbbing rod at her heavenly hold, and drove it smoothly and ecstatically all the way into her.
"Oh, mister!" she cried. "I can feel your balls!"
He began to hump, plunging long and hard, trying not to go too fast but having trouble holding himself back because her slick, clasping pussy felt so goddamned good.
He got his hands underneath her and wiggled her ass as he let her have it, adding yet another dimension to his bliss. Now he was flying, ft was up, up and away!
In the other bedroom, Rex had just freed Nancy's satiny, adorable tits. He palmed and rolled them as the two lovers stood facing each other, both still dressed except for Nancy's blouse and bra.
"Goddamn, these are luscious!" Rex growled. "I've never played with a prettier pair of knockers."
Nancy was still uneasy about being there with him. True, someone in Bob's office had called to tell her he would be late getting home that night because of a business meeting. Also, he hadn't given her any loving since he'd come home from abroad-that had been over three weeks ago-and how long could a girl be expected to go without getting her jollies? Of course, Rex and Harv and Dave and Art had screwed her while Bob was gone-to say nothing of what Laura and Tracy and Helen had done to her-but that still didn't relieve Bob of his responsibility. And when a husband fell down on the job-or, rather, never stood up, which seemed to be Bob's trouble right now-his wife couldn't be blamed for taking her fun wherever she could find it. At least, this was what she tried to tell herself.
The more Rex caressed her, the hotter she became, and the less she was troubled about stepping out on her husband even while he was in town.
The drinks she had taken with Rex at the bar had helped also. Her brain was now in a warm, fuzzy spin.
Her nipples had blossomed beautifully by the time Rex's hands left them to slide down to her hips and unfasten her skirt. He pushed her skirt and half slip away in a single sweep, which exposed the silken white panties that clung to her rounded hips. At the lower front they revealed the wedge-shaped shadow of girl-fur and the pouting arc of her passion-puffed pussy.
Rex dropped to a kneeling position to help her step out of her skirt and slip, after which he quickly stripped down her garterlcss stockings and picked them off her feet, taking her shoes with them.
He took a pantied fanny-cheek in each hand and pulled her against him so he could grip the waist elastic of her briefs between his teeth and stretch it down away from her deliciously rounded belly. As she moaned pleasurably, his tongue snaked into her navel, then described an erratic, erotic trail all over the soft and quivering tummy, until he was able to nuzzle the panties far enough to give him facial access to her moss. He rubbed his nose in it, then dug deeper and entered her dewy slit with his tongue.
This was just what Bob had done with her the other day, in exactly the same position, and in her half-drunken, passion-charged state she was impelled to blurt out, "My husband did that the other day, and I got mad at him."
Rex leaned back and let her panites snap back over her fur piece, momentarily concealing it. "You got mad at him?" He repeated uncomprehendingly. "Why?"
"I ... I thought it wasn't nice."
"Did you think it was nice just now when I did it?"
"Heavenly!" she said, closing her eyes.
He brought her eyes open quickly with a smart slap to the ass.
"Ow!" she cried. "Why did you do that?"
"Because you're a naughty wife. If your husband likes to eat cunt, you ought to let him."
"Rex! What a thing to say!"
He stood up in front of her. "I'll say it again-eat cunt.
Those are two very simple little words that describe an activity which brings great pleasure to nearly every woman and to a great many men. By the way, how are you at cock-sucking?"
"Oh, Rex!" She blushed pink.
He laughed and said, "Get your pants off while I climb out of my things."
By this time, Bob had finished the first round with Tracy and they were lying side-by-side on their backs on the wide bed, resting up for round number two.
During the interim, she was doing her best to try to wise him up.
"You know, I misled you earlier about my husband. He doesn't mind if I screw around. He screws around too. As a matter-of-fact, we screw around together. We belong to a swap club."
"What?"
"A club composed of married couples who hold parties at the various members' homes, during which we trade husbands and wives for the evening. Sometimes we all just mix it up together-you know, four or even six on a bed."
"Good God! I've heard of things like that, but I didn't know they really happened."
"Oh, they happen, all right. Man, do they happen! And it's great fun for all."
"But doesn't it raise holy hell with your marriages?"
"Just the opposite. We all get along much better with our respective husbands and wives because of the variety that the club offers us. And everything's out in the open, on the up and up. Sex isn't nasty any more. It's pure fun. Isn't that what nature intended?"
"I don't know what nature intended," Bob admitted. His head was dizzily spinning in the aftermath of her sensational revelation. He tried to picture Nancy and himself in a swappers' club, and concluded that he would punch the nose of the fist club members who laid a hand on her.
"Well, nature made sex pleasurable," Tracy persisted. "You can't deny that. Marriage didn't originate in nature; man created it. I won't deny that it works pretty well in some respects, but in other respects it doesn't. That's where swapping comes in. It bridges the gap between marriage and free sex, so that people can enjoy the advantages of both without paying the price which either would exact if you practiced it alone."
"But there must be a price," Bob insisted, "there always is. Nothing in life is entirely good or bad."
"Maybe it depends on the people. Maybe some can handle it and some can't. But I think every young married couple ought to give swapping a try, just to see whether they take to it or not. If it works out, they can swap all their lives ... and have a great many more kicks than their squaresville neighbors. If not, they can revert to monogamy, and no harm has really been done."
"I suppose," Bob admitted.
"Very often, a couple gets started swapping when they find out that both of them have been screwing around on the side. Then, if they have the opportunity, they figure it would be a lot neater and more comfortable-and, yes, more fun-if they were to take their extra kicks together, with the same group of people, at the same time."
"Well ... sure ... if both the husband and wife have been screwing around...."
This was the moment when Tracy wanted Rex and Nancy to appear in the room.
As things worked out, the other couple wasn't more than two seconds behind schedule. Rex had experienced a little difficulty in convincing Nancy, after they were both nude, that she should go with him into the adjoining bedroom so he could "show her something." She saw what she wanted right there, standing out from his crotch like a blooming Tower of Pisa ... tilt and all. But finally she agreed to accompany him.
He led her into the bathroom, then pushed the far door open and shoved her into the master bedroom.
"Bob!" she screamed.
"Nancy!" he helped, sitting up in bed.
Rex laughed, and Tracy said, "Bob, this is my husband, Rex. Rex, this is Nancy's husband, Bob. Now that we all know one another, let's ball together, what do you say?"
What could Bob and Nancy say, except yes?